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I died and went to heaven this evening. Bill Murray heaven that is. Boy do I love me some Bill, and to my joyous suprise it was a mini Murray marathon on channel five this evening. Groundhog Day and Stripes. I want that armoured recreational vehicle. With a flame thrower! A flame thrower! And there is more to come over the weekend!

My sister bought me Chinese. I feel like a sumo wrestler after eating a chicken chow mein the size of Beijing. Although I still found room for honey on toast and yoghurt after. Whale.

I also made the highly frustrating mistake of returning to GTA SA. I still can't complete the level i'm stuck on. God damn you Carl.

That is it really. Nothing interesting. Nothing interesting ever really happens to me. I guess there are limited exciting experiences to be had in your room all day and night. Well. Alone anyway. However the commune is awaiting your arrival Farqueue. Hehe .

I'm scared. I have to take Cinderella birthday shoe shopping on Saturday. And I have no money. This is a very bad thing. Especially if we go into Office and I see the knee high pink and silver Converse I have wet dreams about are actually available in my size instead of the usual rediculous four and a half.

I have to work tomorrow night too. But this means more money, so I should be grateful that I get to serve stuck-up posers who buy Champagne to impress the ladies. It tastes like cat piss. It's not big. It's not clever. Give me a Jack on the rocks any day. Or just from the bottle. I'm a classy bird.

Truly xXx